Chapter 1182
Holy Cross Church, Golovin cathedral.
This has been inherited for hundreds of years, and the center of Holy Land, which has a longer history than the Sky Palace and the Imperial Capital of Golovin, is a place where spirit transformation is used to save the world from ascending to heaven; at this moment, It has become the closest place to "hell" in the real sense of the world.
It is clearly a place to pray for the world and save the world, but it has become the only place in the Imperial Capital where you don’t have to worry about being broken by monsters and turning into ruins; The hills of Golovin, three hundred meters above the ground, let the cathedral safely away from the terrifying carrion and Evil God's body.
And all this is out of the ambition and "compassion" of an Evil God.
The serene silence has turned into silent irony;
The sacred solemnity seems to be constantly laughing.
The old Innocent Archbishop knelt down in front of the statue of the Holy Cross. The golden red bishop robe wrapped his already overwhelmed body like a duvet, and his hands were shaking constantly. Unable to hold on to the pendant, the throat full of thick phlegm and the mouth with no teeth left, it has long been unable to recite the hymn.
He just crouched under the huge sculpture and exhausted his last breath to make himself immortal.
Can't die yet, can't die yet.
I...Innocent...has not yet completed the mission of His Majesty Eckhart, and...has not yet reached the time I can free myself.
The majesty...the majesty who rescued himself from the bottom and became Archbishop step by step, allowing himself to be in charge of the Holy See and even entrusted with real power, truly penetrating the future of the majesty...
I can't...betrayed his expectations!
"Ha...Ha...Ha..."
Innocent, who was breathing heavily, was already dying.
"Bang--!"
With a loud noise, the door of the temple was smashed open from the outside.
Boom...Boom...Boom...
The cold wind entering the temple was mixed with dull, endless thunder.
The dying Archbishop suddenly shook as the wind screamed, and his trembling palms firmly pressed his chest.
It's like the actual Void Power, eroding his body with the penetrating wind.
"Ah...aaahhhh..."
The trembling Innocent Archbishop, his mouth grows up desperately and groans in pain-the cold Void Power in his body He was raging like he was going to tear every piece of his bones and flesh and blood into pieces
"pa …smack…smack…"
He was in a trance in the pain of deepening his bones. There was a crisp sound of footsteps.
The old man with his eyes widened desperately looked behind him, as if looking at the most terrifying thing in the world.
A familiar silhouette, wearing a tattered priest robe, walked barefoot towards himself in the temple.
Farnesis...no.
It's the "black cross" in the Farnesis skin, Seryol.
Innocent knows that this was caused by him alone—His Majesty Eckhart knows that Seyol is very likely to be lurking in Eboden City. Once Eboden’s nine-pointed star holy grail appears, there will be It may expose the black cross and let this terrifying enemy walk into the light from the dark, but in the end...
I not only harmed this young priest, but I will also desperately want to stop the "prophecy" …Made it by yourself.
"aaahhhh..."
The painful groan was mixed with emotions that surpassed the two layers of physical and mental pain-self-blame and regret.
If it weren't for his own opinion, his Majesty would have had more time to prepare and make arrangements. How could it evolve into what it is today? !
If it’s not yourself...If...If it’s not yourself...
"Interesting."
The moment the cold voice sounded, Ying was trembling all over Norson Archbishop finally couldn't hold it, twitching and knelt on the ground, pus mixed with blood poured out of his grown-up mouth.
The already decayed body, which has been tortured and distorted by Void Power, has long collapsed, leaving only the surface of the empty shell.
“Clearly claim to be the humble servant of the Holy Cross. The words of the Holy Cross in the world represent the existence of the Holy Cross in every word and deed..."
step by step Serio Well, a sneer of sarcasm is spreading around his mouth:
"In fact, it is another human dog, concealing everyone, and faithfully carrying out every command of him-it's so funny, you guys The inconsistency of these material worlds is really interesting."
"No wonder...Asriel is so obsessed with you, repeating his ridiculous and meaningless things without boredom, Playing games with people’s hearts."
"Even me, I can feel the irony—tell me, if those devout believers know that their faith leaders don’t believe in the Holy Cross at all. It’s the emperor’s most loyal servant. What he has done over the years is to confuse them. In order to better serve the emperor...what do they think?"
"Innocent...Archbishop "
The voice of cold sneer, just like the whisper of the devil.
Innocent, who was lying on the ground, convulsed, his eyes lifted up desperately and stared at the silhouette who walked toward him.
"Holy Cross?"
He couldn't help gasping, and said weakly: "What is that—wizards of the giant dragon kingdom, reserved for the empire and this world It’s just a shackle, also worthy of faith and worship?"
"A person born in the void with the purpose of enslaving the world does not even belong to this world...An intruder of another world is also eligible... Become the faith of the empire?!"
"no! It does not have this qualification, it...you...you! You invaders from another world do not have this qualification, no!"
Innocent, who had exhausted the last gleam of life, roared at the god who despised him.
"Only...Your Majesty, who truly understands this world and has insight into this world, Eckhart De Salion, has the power to bring this world to a better future."
"He is the one who is truly qualified and able to rule this world, and is qualified to be the faith of all empires and even the entire world; he...should be crowned as a god!"
"It's not you...you damn intruders cough cough cough cough! cough cough cough cough..."
Coughing violently, Innocent is dying.
Can't die yet...I can't die yet...
Before your majesty's plan is successful, I...Innocent...can't fall down yet!
"aaahhhh......!!!"
The heart-piercing screams of Innocent Archbishop paralyzed on the ground, pus mixed with blood constantly poured out of his mouth .
Even so, the scorching eyes still showed no signs of extinguishing; the dying body exploded with an amazing life force, supporting him to continue to live, turning his fragile body into a Copper Wall Iron Bastion, stood in front of the Black Cross.
He must be stopped, Seror must be stopped...Before your majesty’s plan is successful, Seror must be stopped...Get close to the Holy Grail of the Nine-pointed Star!
Never, let him get the Holy Grail of the Nine-pointed Star!
"Stop me?"
Looking down at the dying silhouette, Seyol's pupils reflected Innocent's struggling gaze.
"en?"
The dead wood-like palm grabbed his ankle.
The stunned rays of light flashed across Serel's face-it wasn't that the other party dared to resist him, but that the body that had been eroded by Void Power was still able to move?
Obviously, it has been completely eroded, only a shell is left, and he can continue to fulfill his will... The resistance of the material world is really breathtaking.
No, it's not the case. It's not that this scum is tenacious enough, but that he hasn't calculated the time accurately-even if it is completely eroded, it will take time to completely destroy it.
This is the law of the material world. It takes time for all things to change—birth, growth, corruption, death...all things follow this cycle.
Even Void Power, which invades the world, must follow this rule.
Seriole's face showed a smile that made Innocent have one's hair stand on end.
It was not a contemptuous, sarcasm sneer...but the innocent, pure and curious... sincere expression that seemed to be the first time you came into contact with a child in this world.
Black Cross Seror, in the mastery of little by little and adapts to the basic laws of this world!
Puff——
The black mist rolled up and swept across Seror’s ankle, and the palm of his hand was gone.
There is only one bleeding wound.
"aaahhhh......!!!"
Staring at the missing palm, Innocent screamed.
Séyol is satisfied.
He doesn’t care...No, he should be happy that before he gets everything he wants, some stupid people will stand up and stop him; giant dragon kingdom, giant dragon, Evil God, Holy Cross , Human beings...all, everything, and even the entire world are fighting desperately, resisting themselves stubbornly.
These unworthy resistances give the whole thing incomparable value—their negation, desperate put up a desperate struggle, the unworthy Final Struggle...prove themselves What is to be done to them, to this world, to themselves, what meaning!
Value... This vocabulary, which is incomprehensible in the void, was only truly understood by Farnesis after his will and Serel fuse together.
I, Black Cross Seror, what I do is not just to complete my personal sublimation and escape the shackles of the two worlds; my career is valuable and meaningful; my achievements, Will bring changes to this world...
The existences who resist me, the more they don’t understand, the more they resist, the more they prove that they have surpassed their thinking, that what they have done is correct, and that they exist in these old worlds. Unacceptable...the dawn of New World!
At this moment...
"en?"
Let go of Innocent Archbishop, which has become a mass of rotten meat, frowning slightly Serol turned his gaze behind him and looked at the sound coming towards him in amazement.
"You..."
"Eckhardt Dessalion...My name."
In the shadows, the silhouette steps out , Neither fast nor slow, looking at Seror with the gaze of a king overlooking his subjects: "If you really need to know."
Eckhardt Desalion...Serel His expression was a bit ugly, and his eyes shone coldly.
"No, you are not, Eckhart de Salion is dead...killed by his own hands."
Serel coldly said, for He couldn't be more convinced of this.
From the moment this "living dead" appeared, he could feel the incomparably familiar power from the opponent. That once originated from himself, but now it has become the power that blocks himself in front of him.
"You are just the one who bears the name of Eckhart de Salion...resurrected by the power of the nine-pointed star chalice and the power of the Holy Cross "Old Classics"..."
"Empty!"
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"They...should have arrived at Imperial Capital, right?"
On the silent jewel river, facing the endless river, Asriel muttered in a low voice, with an open smile at the corner of his mouth: "Maybe, I have already started fighting with the enemy."
"Thousands The carrion monster, the hideous and terrifying Evil God body, the raging Void Power...There are many, many traps laid by the Black Cross Seryol to stop others from hindering him..."
"It must be dangerous and dangerous every step of the way, right?"
"They know, they know very well... but they still go, stepping into the enemy's base camp without hesitation, just to be able to Let my dear Loren win the first line of life in the decisive battle."
The remaining unmoved black hair wizard calmly looked at the end of the horizon.
"And my dear Loren, I also put all my hopes on them-replace it with anyone else who will not worry about paying attention to it a little bit, at least I will feel nervous, and I will be restless right. Huh?"
"After all, it is a war about world ownership. The winner takes all, and the loser has nothing. Under such circumstances, I can still trust my best friends so much... Ah, it's really worthy of being Asriel's first At a glance..."
"Will they come?" Loren interrupted.
"Definitely."
With a faint smile, Asriel looked at the black hair wizard: "For these survivors of the last era...Dear Loren, you are They have the only hope that they can continue to survive; because in any case, Seror will not let them exist anymore."
"The day when the black cross hangs in the sky is the death of the giant dragon. That day."
At this moment, a gust of cold wind rolled up from the river and gently brushed from the sides of the two of them.
Perceiving something, Loren and Asriel looked at each other, and while tacitly turning their eyes to the direction of the opposite bank of the Jewel River; the mirror-like surface of the river was full of waves in the cold wind.
In the next second, huge waves are rising!
Hoo——Hoo——Hoo——
Hoo——Hoo——Hoo——
violent wind erupted, like thousands of shouts, heavy hammer Beat the drum, echoing in the air, lasting for a long time.
"Boom————————!!!"
The ground shakes, and the sound is settled.
The smoke and dust rolled up with the air waves, spreading around, and re-shooting the turbulent waves back to the surface of the river.
Smiling Loren and the blond boy looked up and looked towards the huge shadow that fell from the sky.
It was a pair of pure mirror-like amber, embedded on the upright and slender body, which made people look up and amazed.
The silver-gray scales all over the body are still dazzling and dazzling even in the black smoke with only the twinkling stars; and there is only one giant dragon in the world with such scales.
Lord of Jufeng Mountain, Great Desolate Giant Beast, the oldest survived in the world so far, the mortal enemy of Black Cross and Evil God...
Silver giant dragon, Enzo.